sitting on the can
something drips onto my leg
fucking ceiling leaks
niceeeeeeeeee
Goddamn, good morning!
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Yeah, I miss him. He once told me this story about how the Chief of Surgery used to come into a dead silent operating room for early morning surgeries and say "Goddamn, good morning!"
I try to remember this every morning when I wake up. That it is a Goddamn good morning because I'm alive. Zoë’s alive. I have a job. I have a family that loves me. I have a roof over my head (albeit a leaky one... I'm thinking it's my neighbor's toilet... ewwww). And we have food to eat, etc, etc, etc.
Seems as if there's always something to whine about though. Lately it’s Dr. E. I know I won't hear from him. Out of sight out of mind with him. Absence makes the heart grow fonder for me. He's in BFE (and yeah, the E really is Egypt for once).
This time, it's HIM that sucks. But I miss his suckyness.
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Miss Patsy (not really a Miss, but they are all deemed Miss Something), one of the teachers that worked at Zoë’s daycare called me last night. She is like Mary Lou Retton on crack. Always happy, smiling. The kids love her. She always wears a skirt and likes hats. She quit a week ago and didn't really get to say goodbye or anything. She said she had had enough of that place and the directors. She went to work for her former boss. Just called to warn me about all the bad stuff that goes on at Zoë’s school.
I had to tell her to shut up.
I have more than enough guilt about Zoë going to daycare without being paranoid that they are beating her or anything. It’s your worst nightmare. Miss Patsy was saying they don't let them have seconds of food, make them drink tap water when they are dying of thirst from being out in the heat, and that don't let them have juice or extra snacks.
(Since diabetes runs in my family, I really don't like her to drink juice. She eats fruit. And we drink tap water at home. They are only outside for like 20 minutes at a time anyway.)
I finally told her to zip it. I couldn’t hear anymore.
I have no option but to take her to some sort of school, and there are no indications that she’s unhappy or mistreated. She doesn’t freak out going to school. She doesn’t misbehave any more than any other 3 year old does. She sings songs, knows some Spanish, knows her alphabet/colors/numbers. And she runs up and hugs all her teachers. Often. She even includes them all (and doesn’t let me miss even one) when we say our nightly prayers.
Miss Patsy tried to tell me more, but I kept cutting her off. Finally, I told Miss Patsy that if she really had complaints to take them to the state. Report the school. But I couldn’t handle what she was saying. This is the second school Zoë has attended. My baby has enough turmoil with her dad moving out, and that I don’t have the heart to pull her from her school as well.
I’ve worked in the corporate world for 15 years. There have been shit storms at every company I’ve ever worked. The grass isn’t always greener. Usually some are just less full of weeds.
Daycares are no different. They are completely regulated by the state and some of the rules are just plain dumbass. (That’s Texas for you). I’m actually glad big brother is watching, but it sometimes prevents a Director from doing things the way they really want. This is why they aren’t all Lala Land. But it’s also why they all aren’t using bleach in their koolaid.
I’m happy with her school. She’s happy there, and that’s all that matters.
So fucking SHUT IT Miss Patsy.
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Random things that are making me grouchy:
I am supposed to be off tomorrow, but I’m working because I need the money.
I want to go see the Gypsy Kings Saturday night, but we have supper club.
I am too full of bow-tie pasta with meat sauce. Someone get me a bucket.
I want to take a nap, but have too much work to do.
I’d like to get laid, but have no takers right now.
I think my laptop is on its last leg. It’s now making grinding noises. It’s doomed for death.
I had to talk to Zoë’s Assistant Director this morning and was late. She is the antichrist of tact.
Zoë’s dad owes me nearly $200. I’ll never see it.
My leaky pee pee ceiling grossness. (see above)
Dr. E is still …. Oh fuckit, nevermind.
Random things that are making me happy:
I bought my Earthday ticket. I now get to be one of 10,000+ to see Lisa Marie Presley.
I’m not completely out of money. Not rich, but not yet bouncing checks. Only one week till payday.
I’m listening to my favorite Austin radio station.
I’m not completely fucking up my job. (just a little, but not completely)
I still like the Bo Deans.
I’m kind of looking forward to going to church.
I’m not pregnant. But my sister is.
I secretly went to happy hour yesterday and had two margaritas.
I had my transmission fluid flushed.
I love my family. My Zoë.
My pedicure still looks really good
I’m still alive. GODDAMN GOOD MORNING!